The eyes of the two were as sharp as blades, and they immediately exchanged blows and locked together. [Full text reading]

Ye Zhitao looked up to the sky and smiled, and shouted: "Cloud Lake!"

The soul-chasing sword in his hand pointed at Li Peicheng from afar, swallowing a cold and piercing sword.

Li Peicheng smiled faintly at Ye Zhitao, nodded and said, "Ye Zhitao!"

The two of them greeted each other in a completely different way, but instantly made everyone feel Li Peicheng's unstoppable spirit, as if nothing in the world could be difficult for him, and no one could defeat him.

Ye Zhitao in front of him can't do it either!

Ye Zhitao's pair of black eyes shrank suddenly, flashing a sinister color, his mouth moved slightly, no one knew what he was talking about, only Li Peicheng could hear it.

"Yunhu Xiao'er, do you know that Wang Chong, the purple-clothed envoy of the Lotus Sect, has led people to kill Kyushu Mountain, Ji, Ji, that Wang Chong's strength is no less than me!" Ye Zhitao's sinister voice sounded in Li Peicheng's ears.

Li Peicheng's face changed greatly, but at this moment, Ye Zhitao let out a long roar, and the cold light of the soul chasing sword in his hand exploded, shooting towards Li Peicheng like a meteor.

The master has made a move, and the essence, qi, and spirit are all important, and if there is a slight mistake, the opportunity will be lost immediately. Ye Zhitao's move is not insidious.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that the power of the Yin and Yang Five Elements Great Array of the Yanhuang Sect has doubled now, and there is Lin Chaojian, the number one master of Jidu Xing, unless Zhu Xiaotian comes in person, even if his son Ye Tiannan personally kills Kyushu Mountain, he will return with a feather, and it is even possible to explain it in Kyushu Mountain, let alone the purple-clothed envoy Wang Chong.

"You've been fooled!" Li Peicheng suddenly smiled, his smile was indifferent but weird, and the spear in his hand was red, and he met the soul chasing sword like a rainbow.

Wherever the gun passed, the space seemed to be stagnant, and the whole world was left with the simple and unpretentious gun, and even the person holding the gun seemed to suddenly disappear.

This shot has reached the realm of transcendent sanctification, and it is unstoppable!

Ye Zhitao thought he had a plan and took the lead in making a move, but he didn't expect the situation to turn around, but it was the other party who deliberately confused him, and his face suddenly changed slightly, and Gu Jing Bubo's mood was a little turbulent.

Sonorous!

The Zhanger Fire Cloud Spear and the Immortal-level Soul Chasing Sword struck more than 20 times in a very short period of time, and the strength of each blow was not only as heavy as a thousand pounds, sharp and hot, but what was even more terrifying was that one shot was heavier than the other, like a rolling wave, wave after wave.

Every time the spear and sword strike, Ye Zhitao, who is connected to the soul chasing sword, has to retreat dozens of meters, and no matter how hard he can, he can't change this situation.

After more than 20 shots, Ye Zhitao had already retreated for thousands of meters, if it weren't for the fact that the Soul Chasing Sword was an immortal-level magic weapon, the more than 20 shots that were connected just now would have made him vomit blood.

On the other hand, Li Peicheng, although one shot is heavier than another, he still seems to be at ease and at ease.

This completely different contrast not only made Ye Zhitao, who was struggling to support him, so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but those onlookers were even more shocking, but they were fascinated.

As for Ye Tianhua and Ling Tiansijie, their faces were gloomy and terrifying, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Nie Shilong's starry eyes stared at the supernatural fire cloud spear in Li Peicheng's hand, jumping with excited and eager light, and the green tendons in both hands exploded.

Sonorous!

The last ball of sparks exploded in the air, Li Peicheng suddenly stopped attacking, and the fire cloud gun was still pointing at Ye Zhitao, unspeakably free. It's just that the barrel of the gun is still trembling slightly, his arm is bulging, the muscles are tangled like steel bars, and a little sweat seeps out of the pores like rain and rolls down, telling that the more than 20 shots just now are really fierce, and it consumes a lot of Li Peicheng's strength.

Ye Zhitao suddenly felt a lightness all over his body, but he still couldn't help but retreat dozens of meters in a row, and only then did he stop the momentum of rapid retreat. The blood in his body was churning, and a smell of blood surged up his throat, but he forcibly pressed it down, and his face turned from red to white and returned to normal in an instant.

Sure enough, he was worthy of being the second master of the Ye family, and he deliberately showed his flaws, and he suddenly fought back with all his might. If it was before, he would definitely be defeated, Li Peicheng secretly admired, not only did he not have the slightest cowardice in his heart because of Ye Zhitao's strength, but his eyes burned with a strong fighting spirit.

Whether it is martial arts or his physical body, the decisive battle of life and death is always the best way to temper and improve, and Li Peicheng, who cultivates both martial arts and physical body, knows this best.

Since stepping into the tribulation period, this is the first time Ye Zhitao has confronted, and he has been frustrated and eaten, and his eyes can't help but reveal deep vigilance and endless murderous intentions.

The spear and sword pointed at each other, and the two fell into the confrontation when they first met.

Li Peicheng lost in the magic weapon inferior to the soul chasing sword, and Ye Zhitao lost in strength inferior to Li Peicheng.

The eyes of the two intertwined in the air like electricity, and neither of them was willing to take the lead easily.

Ye Tianhua, who was watching the battle from afar, glanced at Nie Shilong coldly, Nie Shilong was slightly stunned, and immediately said murderously: "Black and white, the time has come, lead the spear guards to kill the Black Cliff Sect, rebels, kill!"

"Boom!" Bai Xuliu stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, a piercing laugh came out of his throat, and then he waved his big hand and screamed: "Little ones, go to Qilin Peak, kill him with a river of blood, and corpses are all over the field!"

The hundred tiger guards immediately let out an earth-shattering roar, murderous and murderous, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a rolling angry stream, like a giant dragon rushing towards Qilin Peak with murderous energy.

Qilin Peak is guarded by the leaders of all parties in the 180,000-mile Yunduan Mountain Range, there are four masters in the early stage of the light tribulation, and there are seven star gossip arrays to help, if Nie Shilong goes in person, maybe Li Peicheng will have to worry about one or two. But as far as the black and white double evil and the hundred tyrant gunguards, Li Peicheng is still relatively sure in his heart.

However, Li Peicheng's face still deliberately changed again, almost at the same time, Ye Zhitao's eyes flashed coldly, and with a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, the soul chasing sword suddenly burst into light, and then exploded with a bang, turning into countless tiny sharp needles, which shot towards Li Peicheng like a drizzle.

The countless tiny needles were crystal clear, as if colorless, and gradually seemed to merge with heaven and earth.

Except for the inaudible sound of breaking the sky, the thousands of thin needles were no longer visible.

The fine needles are overwhelming, partial and elusive, and there is no trace. It's really soul-chasing and invisible, and insidious!

Those who don't know the details finally understand why Ye Zhitao is known as a soul chaser.

Everyone only felt a chill in their spine, and they thought that if they were in such a situation, they would definitely die. Li Peicheng, who was so powerful just now that he forced Ye Zhitao to retreat again and again, is no longer optimistic.

Even Lin Chaoqing's face changed suddenly, and a chill rose in his heart, thinking that even if he faced this move, he was afraid that he would inevitably suffer a big loss.

Li Peicheng finally really changed color this time, but his eyes suddenly burst into essence, and the two fire cloud guns in his hands exploded, like a raging fire, and the red light reflected the sky.

Countless thin needles reflect a little cold light under the red light, and it is no longer traceless.

Ye Zhitao's face changed, how many people died under the shadowless needle, but he didn't expect Li Peicheng's reaction to be so fast, and he immediately reflected it with the light of fire, shining his traces of the shadowless needle.

said that it was too late, and with a wave of the fire cloud spear, thousands of red shadows were conjured.

Bang!

The sound of gold and iron resounded in the air, shaking the heavens and the earth, stirring the air into disorder, and the wind raging.

Countless thin needles came and went faster, and in the blink of an eye, they rolled towards Ye Zhitao like a low tide, and then condensed into a sword again, a crystal clear silver soul chasing sword.

The needles are small and thin, many and dense, Rao is Ye Zhitao's true yuan is majestic, the spirit is condensed and powerful, and it is extremely difficult to control. At this time, his face was pale and colorless, and the sweat on his forehead was like rain, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Li Peicheng and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Li Peicheng conjured up countless gun shadows with one shot, the gun was accurate, and the speed was extremely fast, but it was nothing more than a little easier than Ye Zhitao, at this time, he also stared at Ye Zhitao tightly, but he secretly shouted in his heart that it was dangerous, fortunately he had some research on physical optics before, and immediately reacted. Otherwise, if you really have to rely on your ears to listen to countless small voices and divine consciousness to feel the extremely subtle and countless mana fluctuations, you will definitely miss some fine needles. At that time, even if you have a thick skin and flesh, and you are stabbed by such a sharp object, I am afraid that you will suffer greatly.

The two were once again locked in a standoff, their eyes intertwined in the air.

The corners of Li Peicheng's mouth floated with a faint sneer, his momentum was like a rainbow, the fire cloud gun in his hand was swallowed, and the boundless murderous aura condensed into a sharp like the tip of the spear and went straight towards Ye Zhitao.

Ye Zhitao secretly complained a little, twice used distraction tactics, and twice attacked first, but they all returned without results and lost his sharpness, but now Li Peicheng is overwhelming, forcing him to dare not make a move easily.

Li Peicheng's momentum became stronger and stronger, forcing the Soul Chasing Sword to emit a buzzing tremor, as if he wanted to get out of Ye Zhitao's control.

Li Peicheng looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly: "Come and don't be rude, it's time for this sect to make a move!"

Saying that, one person and one shot, it seemed to be slow, but in fact, it was extremely fast and killed Ye Zhitao.

The moon was dark, and the heavens and the earth seemed to have darkened suddenly, and only that shot was slowly approaching Ye Zhitao in the whole world, but everyone knew that the shot was actually very fast, so fast that it seemed to turn back time and space.

A little red light kept expanding in Ye Zhitao's pupils, and a fierce gun aura broke through the air, piercing through the golden stone.

Ye Zhitao's eyes showed a slight look of horror, and he resolutely abandoned the practice of controlling the sword with True Yuan, and actually grabbed the Soul Chasing Sword, and also learned from Li Peicheng to directly hold the blade in battle, in order to be able to resist Li Peicheng's earth-shattering shot with the strength of the unity of the true yuan and body.

Seeing this, Li Peicheng's eyes were cold, and the fire cloud spear in his hand turned into a rolling wave of spears, slowly and steadily towards the soul chasing sword in waves.

At this moment, Li Peicheng completely forgot everything, and the whole person integrated into the world of guns. He felt that the ferocious aura of the Fire Cloud Spear was gradually condensing into a ball, exuding an incomparably exuberant passion, as if he was eager to defeat the oncoming immortal-level weapons that were one level higher than him, just like Li Peicheng was eager to defeat one strong enemy after another and climb to the peak of martial arts and strength.

At this moment, Li Peicheng's soul seemed to have completely fused with the gun, he only had the gun in his heart, and the gun had become him.

(To be continued)